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Choosing…

Everything that lives kills. Even if just once. And if I were to choose my favorite being from this whole bunch of assassins, that would be a tree…
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Horses and Dogs

It was a saying in my country similar to that „Dogs are barking, the caravan passes”.
When I was young and I had my troubles, one of my friend was saying to me this: „Horses don’t die when dogs want this”.
I still remember, I was feeling confused about he meaning, what kind of horse was I?
A hauling horse, a free and wild horse, a horse used for entertainment purpose? Just joking. Dogs are not natural enemies of horses, but last autumn I had the proof that real horses don’t care too much about the dogs barking. And the dog tried to be the boss in vain.
I am sorry for the quality of the video. It was early morning in September and the herd was coming on a small village street, going towards the pastures. This brown dog was trying to make some order in those events, he was not the herd dog, that black dog belonged to the herd. Horses came first, then the cattle. I found this scene intriguing and amusing.

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Gates and Fences

The two guardians of a property. Their appearance varies according to the customs of the people, to the goal they serve, to the nature of the things they protect or the eventual intruder properties. Some gates are used for sacred or decorative goals, for example Japanese Torii, traditional gates without fences, marking the transition from the profane to the sacred. Some Romanian monasteries have a gate at a distance from the actual sacred inner space, a gate marking the borderline space. Other fences don’t have gates, being used to mark the limits of an inhabited land, to protect the vegetation inside the enclosure from animals or to protect the fauna and flora in a reservation from outer pollution.
The ethnic properties (habits, traditions, specific necessities) of a population leave their mark on the way people are constructing their fences and gates. For example in a typical peasant household in Transylvania the house has a small door built near (or sometimes inside) the large gate used for horse or cattle driven wagons. In my grandparents’ village, almost deserted now, located in the South of Transylvania, on the river Olt, houses are built close to each other, but in such a way that proprietors cannot see the neighboring courtyards from their own. The courtyard leads to the house garden, in the back of the property. There you can find a spirit of fraternity, combined with individualism and privacy protection. The gates are usually made of wood in the old tradition, more recently replaced with iron gates. Sometimes the gates are sculpted, creating different ornaments.

Fences are also made of wood (planks) and sometimes wire. Our garden was surrounded once by an interesting thick fence made of thin rods, continued with a more usual fence of planks. This one was an opportunity for me in my childhood to step over it where I had my special place, using the holes and the empty spaces as a ladder. Sometimes it is so easy to jump over a fence or to sneak under it if it is a pole fence, easier than locking and unlocking the gate or the front door. Sometimes the nearby dog is the only real guardian and alarm.

 

When larger villages became towns they preserved this special type of gate, with some adaptations.

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The Sun Always Rises …

Daybreak at the Golden Gate

Thinking about that I can say I was lucky. A sunrise is a good incentive for starting a new day. Knowing that the sun will always rise to enlighten our life is a good feeling. I am not thinking about any kind of Apocalyptic days, I simply think that we, earthly beings, are lucky to acknowledge that until now this is a certitude…or isn’t it?
I have a feeling that the Sun will shine every day from now on my whole life. I cannot predict something certain for the future. There are many expressions in different cultures about the Sun. For example, when a person feels that he overcame the unlucky long lasting events in his life, he can say: „Now the sun is shining on my street too.” If a person’s value is nor certain, or if it is disgraced, some people say: „He casts his shadow  on the ground in vain.” Because the sun is the cause of having this true and reliable companion in our lives – the shadow. If something seems strange or unusual for a moment, we can say in a wise manner: „Nothing new under the sun.” Can we, humble mortals, say like Dante that there is something above our Sun? „The Love which moves the sun and the other stars.” This leaves a door for interpretation, it places the human above the cosmic order or in the center, in a humanistic tradition. (Dante’s writings are related to early humanist ideas).
If you read my rambling thoughts here, I can say now that I am honored to be your contemporary, under the same sun, which cannot bring light to the whole planet in the same moment. We have something in common. I said I was lucky because my windows are oriented to the East. And in the countryside the view from our garden and in front of our front gate is revealing the newborn sun each day. Once upon a time, when I was young, I used to walk on the nearby streets, chasing the setting sun. I was in love with sunset colors, with the beauty of that moment, leaving sometimes a long lasting trail on the sky. Growing older I can say now that the rising sun inspires me more. Sunrises can bring at least the same awesomeness in one’s perception as the sunsets. The difference is that after a sunrise we are drawn in a new day, we have to let the dream melt into everyday life business. Like this the beauty of sunrises is less inspiring for dreamers who are enjoying more the sunset, slowly disappearing into the night.
I was once at the seashore to watch the sun rising from the sea. Those who leave near a sea or ocean East oriented are lucky to admire that. For me the sunrise became the most wondrous moment, reminding me of ancient myths. The moon was always less inspiring for me, hiding somewhere far from home or showing her face in full daylight sometimes. I also remember the total solar eclipse in 1999. I stood on a blanket on the ground watching the Sun disappearing with special sunglasses. The daylight through the eclipse seemed so eerie, as if I were transported to the Moon. Then I had lunch. That day I was not lucky.

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